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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/27/2017 12:52:16 AM
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“We should be very drunk right now, and I estimate at least four people are going to try to murder us within ten minutes.”
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[i]"First is a lie, you mentioned the four earlier." [/i]
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“Very good. By the way, duck.”
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[i]JT leaned to the left and rolled out of his seat, standing up a second later with his pistol aimed at the door. And thus, three shots rang out from his gun. [/i]
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Three quieter shots from Divia’s pistol were heard, followed by three thuds as bodies hit floors. “We’re clear.”
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[i]"What now then?" [/i]
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“Leave to a secure location before anyone else tries to murder us?”
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[i]"Works by me, I got a hotel room a block away we could hole up in for a bit?" [/i]
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“Should work. I’ll follow you there.” And she’s gone again.
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[i]JT made his way over to his hotel and walked up the stairs to his room. He left the window open, just in case she would enter through that. [/i]
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“Thank you for your consideration, but I just followed you through the door.” She says as she steps back into sight and closes the window.
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[i]"Never know with y'all ninja -blam!-ers," JT said as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a cabinet, sitting on the edge of the bed. [/i]
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“Assassin, not ninja. I use guns instead of shuriken.” She says calmly.
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[i]"You know what I mean, sneaky one." [/i]
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“Of course cowboy.”
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[i]"So, any idea who wants us dead in virtual reality?" [/i]
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“It is most likely a segment of the program acting according to its programming. Anyone who actually wanted to kill you would do so where death matters.
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[i]"Right, well, hopefully nobody tries t'kill me in here," JT said, sipping his drink. [/i]
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“However, we should this hypothesis. Computer, exit.” She states. [spoiler]Assuming this works like the holodeck[/spoiler]
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[i]The program of the computer shifts into nothingness, a terminal popping up in the corner as JT fell to the cold black floor. "Well shit, there goes my bed and drink." [/i]
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“Computer, resume program.” The program returns. “Alright, then it’s an in-program thing.”
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[i]JT was now lying back on his bed, the drink in his hand. "Right. What now? Because I'm outta ideas, unless you wanna get drunk as hell." [/i]
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“Find whosever wants you dead, and kill them first?”
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[i]"Bandit leader then, easy." [/i]
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“Right. I’ll deal with him,”
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[i]"If it's a chick then to leave it to me, damn it. Cool?" [/i]
